IDENTLINE$$ F153C02|Har|Cambridge Balam|ff.77-80v|Original EWS 6-15-85 153.C02.0HE Obsequies to the Lord Harrington, brother to the Countesse of Bedford./ 153.C02.001 Fayre Soule, w%5ch%6 was not onely, as all soules bee, [f. 77] 153.C02.002 Then when thou wast infus'd, Harmonye, 153.C02.003 But didst Continue soe; And now dost beare 153.C02.004 A part, in gods great organ, thys whole spheare. 153.C02.005 Yf lookeing vp to God; or downe to vs, 153.C02.006 Thou find that any way ys Pervious, 153.C02.007 T'wixt heaven & earth, & y%5t%6 Mans actions doe, 153.C02.008 Come to Yo%5r%6 knowledge, and Affections too, 153.C02.009 See, and w%5th%6 Ioy, Mee, to y%5t%6 good Degree 153.C02.010 Of goodnes growne, y%5t%6 I can Studye Thee, 153.C02.011 And by these Meditations refyn'd 153.C02.012 Can vnapparrell & enlarge my Mynd, 153.C02.013 And soe can make by thys soft Extasye, 153.C02.014 Thys Place a Map of heav'n, my selfe of Thee. [cw:(Thou,] 153.C02.015 Thou seest Mee here at Midnight, now all rest, [f. 77v] 153.C02.016 Tymes dead-loue water; when the Laborers haue, 153.C02.017 om. 153.C02.018 Such rest in Bed, that theyre last Churchyard graue, 153.C02.019 Subiect to Change will scarce by a Type of Thys, 153.C02.020 Now when the Clyent, whose last heareinge ys 153.C02.021 To Morrowe, Sleepes, when the Condemned man, 153.C02.022 (Who when he opes hys eyes, must shutt them then, 153.C02.023 Againe by Death), Allthough sad watch he keepe, 153.C02.024 Doth practise dyeinge by a little Sleepe. 153.C02.025 Thou at this Mydnight seest Mee, and as soone 153.C02.026 As y%5t%6 Sunnes ryses to Mee, Mydnights Noone. 153.C02.027 All the World growes transparent, and I see 153.C02.028 Through all, both Church and State, in seeinge Thee. 153.C02.029 And I discerne by Favour of thys Light, 153.C02.030 My selfe, the hardest obiect of the Sight. 153.C02.031 God ys the Glasse; As Thou, when Thou do'st see 153.C02.032 Hym, who sees all, seest All Concerninge Thee, 153.C02.033 Soe yett vnglorifyed, I Comprehend 153.C02.034 All, in these Myrrors of thy wayes, and end; 153.C02.035 Though God be trulye o%5r%6 Glasse, through w%5ch%6 wee see, 153.C02.036 All, since the Beinge of all Things ys hee, 153.C02.037 Yett are the Trunckes w%5ch%6 doe to vs derive 153.C02.038 Things, in Proportion fitt by Perspective, 153.C02.039 Deedes of good Men, For by theyre liveinge here 153.C02.040 Virtues indeede remote, seeme to be neere; 153.C02.041 But where can I affirme, or where Arrest, 153.C02.042 My thoughts on hys deedes, ? W%5ch%6 shall I call best,? 153.C02.043 For fluid vertue, Cannot be looked on 153.C02.044 Nor can endure a Contemplation. 153.C02.045 As Bodyes Change, and as I doe not weare 153.C02.046 Those Spiritts, humors, blood, I did last Yeare, 153.C02.047 And, as yf on a Streame, I Fixe Myne eye, 153.C02.048 That drop, w%5ch%6 I looked on, ys presentlye [cw:(Pusht,] 153.C02.049 Pusht w%5th%6 more waters, from my Sight, and gone, [f. 78] 153.C02.050 Soe in thys Sea of vertues, as Rivers passe, 153.C02.051 om. 153.C02.052 Yet still remaynes that vertuous Man there was; 153.C02.053 And as yf Man feedes on Mans flesh, and soe 153.C02.054 Part of hys Bodye, to another owe, 153.C02.055 Yett at the last, two perfect Bodyes rise, 153.C02.056 Because God knowes, where everye Atome lyes, 153.C02.057 Soe, yf one knowledge were made of all Those, 153.C02.058 Who knewe his Minuts well, he might dispose 153.C02.059 His vertues, vnto Names, & rancks; But I 153.C02.060 Should Iniure Nature, vertue, & destinie, 153.C02.061 Should I devide, & discontinue soe, 153.C02.062 Vertue, w%5ch%6 did in one Intirenes growe. 153.C02.063 For as hee y%5t%6 woulld say, Spiritts are fram'd, 153.C02.064 Of all the purest parts, that can bee nam'd, 153.C02.065 Hono%5r%6, not Spiritts halfe soe Much, as hee 153.C02.066 W%5ch%6 sayes, They haue noe parts, but simple bee; 153.C02.067 Soe is't of Vertue; For a poynt and one 153.C02.068 Are much entirer, then a Million. 153.C02.069 And had Fate ment to haue his vertues tolld, 153.C02.070 Y\t would haue lett him liue to haue beene olld, 153.C02.071 Soe then, That Vertue in Season, & then Thys, 153.C02.072 Wee might haue seene, and sayd, That now hee ys 153.C02.073 Wittye, now wise, now temperate, now Iust, 153.C02.074 In good short lives, Vertues are fayne to Thrust, 153.C02.075 And to be sure, betymes to gett a Place, 153.C02.076 When they would encrease, lack tyme, & space. 153.C02.077 Soe was yt in this Person, forc'd to Bee 153.C02.078 For lack of Tyme, hys owne Epitomee. 153.C02.079 Soe to exhibitte in few yeares, as Much, 153.C02.080 As all the long breath'd Cronicles can touch; 153.C02.081 As when an Angell downe from heav'n doth flye, 153.C02.082 Our quick Thought, cannot keepe hym Companye, 153.C02.083 Wee Cannot Thinke, Now he ys at y%5e%6 Sunne, 153.C02.084 Now through y%5e%6 Moone, now he through th'Ayre doth runne, [cw:(Yett] 153.C02.085 Yett when he ys come, wee knowe, hee did repayre, [f. 78v] 153.C02.086 To all, t'wixt heav'n, and earth, sunne, moone, & Ayre, 153.C02.087 And as thys Angell, in an Instant knowes, 153.C02.088 And yet wee knowe, thys Sodayne knowledge growes 153.C02.089 By quicke amazeinge severall formes of things, 153.C02.090 W%5ch%6 he successivelye to order brings. 153.C02.091 When they, whose slow-pac'd lame thoughts cannot goe 153.C02.092 Soe fast as hee, thinke that he doth not soe; 153.C02.093 Iust as a perfect Reader doth not Dwell, 153.C02.094 On every Sillable, nor stay to spell, 153.C02.095 Yett w%5th%6out doubt, hee doth distinctlye see, 153.C02.096 And lay together every A: and B 153.C02.097 Soe in short liu'd good Men, Ys not vnderstood 153.C02.098 Each severall vertue, but the Compound good, 153.C02.099 For they all vertues paths, in y%5t%6 pace Treade, 153.C02.100 As Angells goe, and knowe, & as men read, 153.C02.101 O%C why should then these Men, these lumps of Balme, 153.C02.102 Sent hither, the worlds tempest to becalme, 153.C02.103 Before by deedes, they are diffus'd, and, spred, 153.C02.104 And soe make vs alive, Themselves be dead,? 153.C02.105 O Soule, O Circle, why soe quicklye bee 153.C02.106 Thy ends, thy Byrth, and Death Clos'd vp in Thee? 153.C02.107 Since one foote of thy Compas, still was plac'd 153.C02.108 In heav'en, the other securelye might haue pac'd 153.C02.109 In the most large extent, Through every Path, 153.C02.110 W%5ch%6 the whole World, or Man the Abridgm%5t%6 hath, 153.C02.111 Thou knowest, that though y%5e%6 Tropique Circles haue, 153.C02.112 (Yea and those small ones, w%5ch%6 the Poles engrave,) 153.C02.113 All the same roundnes, evennes, and All, 153.C02.114 The endlessenes of the equinoctiall. 153.C02.115 Yet when wee Come to Measure Distances, 153.C02.116 How here, how there, the Sunne affected ys, 153.C02.117 When hee doth fayntlye worke, & when prevaile, 153.C02.118 Onely great Cyrcles, then can be our Scale, [cw:Soe,] 153.C02.119 Soe though, thy Cyrcle to thy selfe expresse [f. 79] 153.C02.120 All tendinge to thy endles happynes, 153.C02.121 And we, by o%5r%6 good vse of That, may trye, 153.C02.122 Both how to liue well yong, and how to dye, 153.C02.123 Yet since wee must bee olld, and age endures 153.C02.124 Hys Torryd Loue at Court, and Calentures 153.C02.125 Of hott Ambitions, Irrelegions Ice, 153.C02.126 Zeales Agues, and hydroptique Avarice, 153.C02.127 Infirmityes, w%5ch%6 needs y%5e%6 Scale of Truth 153.C02.128 As well as Lust, and Ignorance of Youth; 153.C02.129 Why didst thou not for Those giue Medcines too, 153.C02.130 And by Thy doeinge, tell vs what to doe? 153.C02.131 Though as small Pockett Clockes, whose every wheele, 153.C02.132 Doth each Mismotion, and distemper feele, 153.C02.133 Whose hand getts shakeinge Palsyes, & whose stringe 153.C02.134 Hys sinewes, Slacknes; and whose Soule y%5e%6 Springe 153.C02.135 Expyres, or languishes, whose pulse the Flye 153.C02.136 Eyther beats not, or beats vnevenlye. 153.C02.137 Whose voyce, the Bell, doth ratle, or growe dumbe 153.C02.138 Or Idle, as Men w%5ch%6 to theyre last howers Come. 153.C02.139 Yf theyre Clocks be not wound, or be wound still, 153.C02.140 Or be not sett, or sett at every will, 153.C02.141 Soe Youth ys easyest to distruction 153.C02.142 Yf then wee follow all, or followe None; 153.C02.143 Yet as in great Clocks, w%5ch%6 in Steeples Chyme, 153.C02.144 Plac'd to in forme whole Townes, to imploye theire tyme, 153.C02.145 An error doth more harme beinge generall, 153.C02.146 When small Clocks faults, onely on the wearer fall. 153.C02.147 Soe workes the faults of age, on w%5ch%6 the eye 153.C02.148 Of Children, Servants, or the State relye. 153.C02.149 Why wouldst thou then, w%5ch%6 hadst such a Soule, 153.C02.150 A Clocke soe true, as might the Sunne Controule 153.C02.151 And daylye had`st from hym, who gaue yt Thee, 153.C02.152 Instructions, such as yt Could never bee, 153.C02.153 Disorder'd, Stay here, as a Generall 153.C02.154 And great Sun dyall, to haue sett vs all? [cw:(O why] 153.C02.155 O why wouldst thou be an Instrument [f. 79v] 153.C02.156 To thys vnnaturall Course, or why Consent 153.C02.157 To thys, Not Myracle, but Prodigye, 153.C02.158 That when the ebbs, longer then the Flowinges bee, 153.C02.159 Vertue, whose Flood was blowen in, by y%5e%6 first breath, 153.C02.160 om. 153.C02.161 om. 153.C02.162 All ys at once sunke in y%5e%6 Whirlepoole death. 153.C02.163 W%5ch%6 Word I would not name%Y,%Z but y%5t%6 I see 153.C02.164 Death, else a desert, Ys a Court by Thee, 153.C02.165 Now I growe sure, that yf a Man would haue, 153.C02.166 Good Companee, hys entry is a grave. 153.C02.167 Meethinks all Cyttyes, now but Anthills bee, 153.C02.168 Where when the severall Laborers I see 153.C02.169 For Children, house, provision takeinge payne, 153.C02.170 They are all but Ants, carrying eggs, strawe, & grayne, 153.C02.171 And Churchyards are yo%5r%6 Cyttyes, vnto w%5ch%6 153.C02.172 The Most repayre, y%5t%6 are in goodnes rich. 153.C02.173 There ys y%5e%6 best Concourse, & Confluence, 153.C02.174 There are the holy Suburbs, & from thence 153.C02.175 Begins Gods Cytye, New Ierusalem, 153.C02.176 W%5ch%6 doth extend her vtmost Gates to Them; 153.C02.177 At y%5t%6 Gate then Tryvmphant Soule, dost Thou 153.C02.178 Begin thy Tryvmph; But since lawes allowe 153.C02.179 That at y%5e%6 Tryvmph day, The people May, 153.C02.180 All y%5t%6 they will, 'gainst the Tryvmpher say, 153.C02.181 Let Me here vse that Freedome, and expresse, 153.C02.182 My greife, though not to make thy Tryvmph lesse, 153.C02.183 By law, to Tryvmphs none admitted bee, 153.C02.184 Till they, as Magistrates gett victorye, 153.C02.185 Though then to thy Force, all Youths foes did yeild 153.C02.186 Yet till fitt Tyme had brought The, to y%5t%6 fielld, 153.C02.187 To w%5ch%6 thy ranke in thys State defend Thee, 153.C02.188 That there thy Counsayle might gett victorye, 153.C02.189 And soe in y%5t%6 Capacytye remoove, 153.C02.190 All Ielosyes, t'wixt Prince, and Subiects Loue, 153.C02.191 Thou couldst noe Tytle, to thys Tryvmph have 153.C02.192 Thou didst Intrude on death, vsurpst a grave, [cw:(That,] 153.C02.193 (That though victoriouslye) Thou hadst fought as yet [f. 80] 153.C02.194 But w%5th%6 thy owne affections, w%5ch%6 the heate 153.C02.195 Of Youths desyres, and colds of Ignorance, 153.C02.196 But till Thou shouldst successfully advance 153.C02.197 Thyne Armes 'gainst Foraigne enemyes, w%5ch%6 are 153.C02.198 Both envy, and Acclamations Popular 153.C02.199 (For both these engines equally defeate 153.C02.200 Though by a dyvers Myne, Those w%5ch%6 are greate,) 153.C02.201 Till then thy Warre, was but a Cyvill warre, 153.C02.202 For w%5ch%6 to Tryvmph, none admitted are; 153.C02.203 Noe more are they, who though w%5th%6 good successe, 153.C02.204 In a defensive warre, Theyre power expresse, 153.C02.205 Before Men Tryvmph, The Dominion 153.C02.206 Must be enlarg'd, and not preserv'd alone; 153.C02.207 Why shouldst Thou then, whose Battayles were to win 153.C02.208 Thy selfe, from those Strayts, nature put y%5e%6 in, 153.C02.209 And to deliver vp to God, that State 153.C02.210 Of w%5ch%6 hee gaue Thee, the vicariate, 153.C02.211 (W%5ch%6 ys thy Soule and Bodye) as Intyre 153.C02.212 As hee who takes endeavo%5rs%6 doth require, 153.C02.213 But didst not stay, t'enlarge hys kingdome too, 153.C02.214 By makeinge Others, what Thou didst, to doe; 153.C02.215 Why shouldst Thou Tryvmph now, when heav'n no more 153.C02.216 Hath gott, by gettinge Thee, Then't had before? 153.C02.217 For heav'n and Thou, even when thou livedst here, 153.C02.218 Of one another in Possession were; 153.C02.219 But thys from Tryvmph most disables Thee 153.C02.220 That y%5t%6 place, w%5ch%6 ys Conquered, must bee 153.C02.221 Left safe from present warre, & likely doubt 153.C02.222 Of Imminent Commotions to breake out. 153.C02.223 And hath hee left vs soe? or can y%5t%6 bee, 153.C02.224 Hys Territorye was noe more then hee? 153.C02.225 No, we were all hys Charge, The Dyocys 153.C02.226 Of ev'ry exemplar Man, the whole world ys 153.C02.227 And hee was ioyn'd in Commission 153.C02.228 W%5th%6 Tutelar Angells, sent to every one, 153.C02.229 But though thys Freedome to vpbrayde & Chyde [cw:(Hym,] 153.C02.230 Hym who Tryvmph'd, were lawfull, yt was tyde [f. 80v] 153.C02.231 W%5th%6 thys, that yt might never reference haue 153.C02.232 Vnto the Senate, who Thys Tryvmph gaue. 153.C02.233 Men might at Pompey ieast, but they might not 153.C02.234 At that Authorytie, by w%5ch%6 hee gott 153.C02.235 Leaue to Tryvmph, before by age he might; 153.C02.236 Soe though Tryvmphant Soule, I dare to wright, 153.C02.237 Moov'd, w%5th%6 a reverentiall Anger, Thus 153.C02.238 That Thou soe earelye wouldst abandon vs. 153.C02.239 Yet I am farr from dareinge to dispute 153.C02.240 W%5th%6 that greate Sovereignetye, whose absolute 153.C02.241 Prerogative hath thus dispensed for Thee, 153.C02.242 'Gainst Natures lawes, w%5ch%6 iust impugners bee 153.C02.243 Of earelye Tryvmphs, And I, though w%5th%6 paine 153.C02.244 Lessen our Losse, to magnifye thy Gayne 153.C02.245 Of Tryvmph, when I say, Yt was more fitt, 153.C02.246 That all men shoulld lack Thee, then thou lack'ytt. 153.C02.247 Though then in o%5r%6 Tyme, Yt be not suffered 153.C02.248 That Testimonye of Loue, vnto y%5e%6 dead 153.C02.249 To dye w%5th%6 them, and in theyre graves be hydde. 153.C02.250 As Saxon Wives, and French Soldurij did; 153.C02.251 And though in noe degree I can expresse, 153.C02.252 Greife in greate Alexanders greate excesse 153.C02.253 Who at hys friends death, made whole townes devest 153.C02.254 Theyre Walls & Bullwarkes w%5ch%6 became them best. 153.C02.255 Doe not, Fayre Soule, thys Sacrifice refuse, 153.C02.256 That in thy grave, I doe interre my Muse, 153.C02.257 Who by my griefe, great as thy worth, being Cast 153.C02.258 Behind hand, yett hath spoke, & spoke her last. 153.C02.0SS %1Finis%2./ 153.C02.0$$